The mint-colored dress clings to her curves, the straps digging into her soft flesh. Her knees sink into the carpet, a dull ache spreading through my legs as I kneel behind her. The room is silent except for the distant hum of an air conditioner, a stark contrast to the pounding in my ears. She’s facing away, her back arched, presenting herself to me like a trophy. The carpet fibers tickle my skin, a reminder of where I am, what I’m about to do. Her voice echoes in my mind, ‘Be a good boy and clean me up.’ It’s a command, a humiliation, and I’m powerless to resist.
The Weight of Obligation
I reach out, my hands trembling as they grasp the hem of her dress. Slowly, I lift it, revealing the mess she’s made. The sight of it, the smell, it’s overwhelming. My stomach churns, but I know what I have to do. I lean in, my tongue tentatively touching the warm, sticky fluid. It’s a degrading act, one that sends a shiver down my spine. But I continue, my movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I’m cleaning her, worshipping her, fulfilling my role as her cuckold. The carpet beneath me is rough, unyielding, a stark reminder of my place.The act is complete, and I sit back on my heels, my breath ragged. She turns to look at me, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Good boy,’ she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. I feel a mix of humiliation and pride, a twisted emotion that only she can evoke. The office around us is still, a silent witness to my submission. I know I’ll do it again, every time she commands it. Because that’s who I am, her cuckold, her slave, her good boy.
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